Strike 1 Novels & Stories

Every angle monitored, every escape route accounted for. “Now,” I whispered, voice low, sharp. The strike began. Controlled, precise, and devastating. Every move calculated. Every shot accounted for. The intruders faltered, overwhelmed by strategy, precision, and force. Clara moved beside me, her actions confident, her aim precise. Together, we pushed the attackers back, cornering them, neutralizing the threat before they could reach us. The night erupted with the clash of movement, strategy, and survival instincts honed to perfection.

"The rules are simple, only one will make it out alive. No one is to interfere or else the match is over, and the win automatically goes to Ian." Only one makes it out alive, huh? Well that sure is motivating. I shake my head, so I'd get the thought out of my head. "Ian says he will let you take the first strike to start off. So good luck human, you're gonna need it." He snickers at the last part like he didn't even mean it. Then he moves back with the rest. So I was starting it off. I had to think of a quick and effective plan. Well Lily, you're gonna have to think of a plan on the way. You got this. I motivate myself with confidence.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

The way I had moaned into his shoulder like a desperate whore. Then my foot stepped on something hard. I froze, bent down, and snatched my car keys from the ground. The moment I had them, I stormed back to Aiden and slapped him hard across the face. **SLAP!** The sharp sound echoed in the empty parking lot. Aiden’s head snapped to the side. He touched his reddened cheek, eyes wide with shock, but I didn’t wait for him to respond. “You stay the fuck away from me!” I shouted, my voice cracking with anger and pain. “I never want to see you again! If you see me coming, go the other way! Stay the hell away from me!”

“You ready?” Aria nodded, gripping the radio tightly. “All units in position. Ready on your command.” Valentino smiled faintly. “Good. Let’s remind them why they fear us.” The first shot rang out from the rooftop. A guard fell silently. Another followed. The attack had begun. Valentino and his team moved like shadows, taking out each target with ruthless efficiency. Smoke bombs detonated, creating chaos. The dock workers screamed, running for cover, while the strike team maintained perfect control.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

“They reduce the strength deliberately.” Vanessa’s arms moved fast over her telecel smartphone , however she shook her head. “No signal. They’ve jammed the connection.” “What will we do now?” I asked, my voice trembling. Ethan stepped towards me, his expression hard. “We put together for the worst. They understand where we are.” The First Strike Minutes felt like hours as we moved via the secure house, barricading doorways and windows. Vanessa labored furiously to reboot her machine with a backup strength source, however her development became slow.

Emily stepped closer to the console. “So Helios recognizes you as the founder… which means you can override it, right?” Adrian didn’t respond. Instead, he watched the countdown on the screen. Market Strike Phase One Time Remaining: 16:12 Numbers dropped every second. Ryan slammed his hand on the desk. “Well? Shut it down!” Adrian’s gaze stayed calm. “It’s not that simple.” Ryan laughed bitterly. “Of course it isn’t.” Daniel explained quietly. “When Helios enters strike mode, it locks most of its core systems. Even the founder can’t instantly shut it down.”

I won’t let that happen. Drawing my sword, I step into the clearing, keeping my movements fluid and precise, using the element of surprise. The first soldier doesn’t even have a chance to react before my blade meets its mark, a clean, silent strike that leaves him crumpling to the ground. The others hear the soft thud, heads snapping toward me, but by then, I’m already moving, slipping between them like a shadow, striking each one down with swift, practiced precision.

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.